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victory_road2016-10-12 11:58 pm
atlasrising) wrote in victory_road2016-10-12 11:58 pm
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jazzercise! (closed!)
Who: Rhys and Papyrus!
Where: Violet City
When: Waaay back, to be honest.
Summary: It's workout time!
Rhys is quick to fast travel to Violet City the day after his post. In a way, he feels...a lot better than he has in a while, frankly. Maybe it's because he made amends with his boss who strangled him (he's not sure how to feel about that still, actually), or he's just getting ready to advance in becoming a pokemon trainer, he's not sure.
He has his entire team out, made of three whole pokemon! His little Elgyem and Mareep both look around the city excitedly, but the fat Meowth he holds in his hands seems anything but interested. "Okay. So we have to look out for a guy, who..." Rhys didn't even get this guys name, did he? Shit, can he even remember? He doesn't even have a description to go by.
"We're looking for a guy who is...very energetic? And smiling." When Loader hovers onto his shoulder and chirps, he shrugs. "I mean, maybe he's in workout clothes? He's going to be helping you guys after all, so he's gotta look the part?"
Rhys have you forgotten you're in this too?
He shrugs and starts to walk forward, near the Center. "He's gotta be around here somewhere, it's his last day. That's all I know, and that's all I need to know."
Sure.
Where: Violet City
When: Waaay back, to be honest.
Summary: It's workout time!
Rhys is quick to fast travel to Violet City the day after his post. In a way, he feels...a lot better than he has in a while, frankly. Maybe it's because he made amends with his boss who strangled him (he's not sure how to feel about that still, actually), or he's just getting ready to advance in becoming a pokemon trainer, he's not sure.
He has his entire team out, made of three whole pokemon! His little Elgyem and Mareep both look around the city excitedly, but the fat Meowth he holds in his hands seems anything but interested. "Okay. So we have to look out for a guy, who..." Rhys didn't even get this guys name, did he? Shit, can he even remember? He doesn't even have a description to go by.
"We're looking for a guy who is...very energetic? And smiling." When Loader hovers onto his shoulder and chirps, he shrugs. "I mean, maybe he's in workout clothes? He's going to be helping you guys after all, so he's gotta look the part?"
Rhys have you forgotten you're in this too?
He shrugs and starts to walk forward, near the Center. "He's gotta be around here somewhere, it's his last day. That's all I know, and that's all I need to know."
Sure.
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"THAT'S IT! JUST 10 MORE! EVERYONE TOGETHER NOW!"
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At least it was easy to find him! Rhys looks to his team and offers them a very, very hesitant smile. Loader, his Elgyem probably wouldn't be smiling right now, if he could. Gortys, his Mareep, didn't look impressed. And Money Shot...didn't really seem to care. How he got stuck with such a lazy Pokemon, he's not sure.
Rhys shakes his head, then looks to his team with a halfhearted smile. "Well, we gotta get into shape, right? Do you guys wanna evolve?"
Nobody said anything. This was a disaster, and they haven't even met Papyrus yet. "Yeah, good talk! So, so let's just...go."
They walk up to the Pokemon Center, where Rhys puts on the best smile he can. "I'm guessing you're Papyrus?"
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"THE ONE AND ONLY! NYEH-HEH-HEH! YOU MUST BE RHYS! I HOPE YOU'RE ALL READY TO SWEAT!" He grins wide, and holds out a little gift bag.
"I EVEN GOT YOU ALL A LITTLE GIFT TO MARK YOUR VENTURE INTO BEING FIT!"
Sweatbands. He got you sweatbands. Did you know they make them in Pokemon sizes?
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Rhys looks down to his Pokemon team, who look back up at him hesitantly. Why does he have the feeling this is either going to be terrible, or embarrassing? Or both? "Yup, that's me. Rhys." He's going to be nice at least, even if he's already burning from humiliation. People are looking at them funny, and it's already driving Rhys up the wall.
Oh, but at least he's got a present! He curiously opens it up, and- oh my god.
Headbands.
Head. Bands.
"Oooh woooow, look at these!" Rhys wants to sound happy about this. Why crush this guy's dreams, or whatever? "Headbands for every one of you! And even one for Money Shot." He sets the pudgy Meowth down and graces all of his pokemon with headbands. "You guys look great. Ready for the races, right?"
Rhys isn't going to look and see if there's one for him, because he might die.
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Yep, it's going on your head. Don't fight it, Rhys, it'll be easier.
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He smiles...which is probably extremely, extremely strained. "How's that?"
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This comes from the man wearing sweatbands with hearts on them and a half shirt that reads "JOGBOY".
"WE'RE FINALLY READY TO BEGIN! THE CHARISMATIC PAPYRUS IS GOING TO BE THE PACK LEADER! FOLLOW ME!"
Just short of grabbing Rhys by the hand to get him to follow, Papyrus starts off with a jog, his willing Pokemon following on foot, and, in the case of Tynamo, air swimming.
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Gortys is the only one running beside him. Loader glides beside his head, and Money Shot just...lies there. So Rhys has no option other than to scoop up his fat Meowth and carry him, which automatically does wonders for his back. In a very bad way.
In no time he's out of breath and this Meowth is killing his arm. "Why me?"
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"NO, NO, NO! YOU CAN'T CARRY YOUR POKEMON! HE'LL NEVER GET IN SHAPE THAT WAY!"
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He'll take a few steps forward, holding out his hand. "C'mon, Money Shot. We gotta run!"
Money Shot sits there.
Gortys runs over and gives him a nudge. Nope. Not happening.
Rhys'll look over to Papyrus and shrug. "See?"
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The Litleo happily trots over. "Oooweeeoooooo!"
"EXCELLENT! PLEASE, USE YOUR FIRE MAGIC TO MOTIVATE MONEY SHOT!"
Herculanum salutes with a paw and approaches the lazy Meowth! Ember to the butt!
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The fat Meowth springs to his feet with a "Mee-YOOOOWWWWTH!" and takes off running! It's kind of funny because he waddle-runs; his tubby little legs can't take him far, but it's still funny to see! Rhys tries to hide his laughter, he really does.
"That...really worked! I'm impressed." He looks over to Papyrus and smiles. Rhys is impressed in more ways than one, honestly. "Thanks."
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"OH IT'S NO PROBLEM AT ALL! IT'S WHAT FRIENDS DO, AFTER ALL!"
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He likes the idea of friends, though! Aww, once you get over him being...a little......energetic, Papyrus is a pretty nice guy!
"Alright! So what's next?"
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Papyrus, eyes full of vigor, leads Rhys and the Pokemon to a weight set behind the Pokemon Center. There are weights of all shapes and sizes for training fighting types!
"HAVING PROPER SPEED AND STAMINA IS IMPORTANT, BUT SO IS BEING ABLE TO SUPLEX A BOULDER JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN!"
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He looks to his team, hands on his hips. "Alright, guys. Let's knock ourselves out."
But not literally. His team approaches the equipment, and give him skeptical looks. Gortys is the only one who takes place at one of the muscle burning lifts. Everyone else just kind of stands around. Money Shot pouts.
Rhys will just look to Papyrus. "Let's knock ourselves out...please?"
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Papyrus is still chipper, even while bench pressing a huge dumbbell.
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Rhys gives his team an encouraging nod (and a look that's more on the stern side towards the Meowth) and he slowly starts to guide them there. Gortys is honestly the only team player who takes a dumbbell and starts to push it around. Loader tries, at least. Money Shot still pouts.
"Okay, I know all you want to do is sit around and eat treats all day, but it's not happening!" Rhys is trying to be the bad parent, and it's not working. "You do this, and you'll feel so much better! Not as tired, and not as lazy...it'll be pretty great. Right?" He'll look to Pap with a smile that's almost screaming help me!
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Papyrus grins widely.